"How much longer?"

Pranya held the ghost-faced shield in one hand and stared at the night sky.

At the beginning, the dragon's breath, which was still dominant, was fighting against the situation, but it was the opposite of the change in the situation on the field, and the red dragon's breath began to retreat one after another.

"If you can't hold on, just replace me on top, right?"

Lothar's Dragon's Breath, with the blessing of the Volcano King, is almost as strong as the Tyrannical Dragon, which is known for its powerful breath.

But his shortcoming is that it can't last.

One hundred points of spiritual power, although even among wizards, it is at a medium level.

But compared to the black dragon, whose lifespan is almost infinite and can continue to increase its magic power, it is still far behind.

In terms of the total amount of magic power alone, a high-level wizard like Anna, who is close to a legend, may not be able to compare to the black dragon.

Lothar gestured a little calmer, his mental power running by.

But he wasn't in a hurry.

Your side now has the advantage, and it is the other side that should be anxious.

He's waiting.

Wait for Isaac to play his hole cards first.

Being able to subdue a black dragon can only prove that Isaac's strength is stronger than that of the black dragon.

Otherwise, when the black dragon first appeared, it would be able to kill it with two direct shots.

At this time, it's like playing Gwent, whoever plays the card first suffers.

…

Isaac is in a hurry right now.

The situation below could not be concealed from him.

Nearly 10,000 troops, crowded on the beachhead, it is simply impossible to completely open the formation.

Even now, there are two or three thousand people who remain on the ship and have not had time to land.

But the troops on the shore have already suffered heavy losses.

Those Crusader knights were riding their horses and trampling and slaughtering his army.

If it were on the plains, the formation was officially opened, and no matter what else, only those Cuman nomadic horsemen and Turkic horsemen were far from being able to match the mere three hundred heavy cavalry.

Looking at it now, it is simply stupid to bypass the walls and attack by sea.

But he can't do anything now.

…

Cellinina stood at the highest point of the harbor, above the lighthouse.

The fluffy gray wolf ears and long blue-gray hair swayed gently with the night breeze.

"The adults are almost unable to hold on."

She could clearly feel that the energy response from Lothar's body was drastically decreasing.

Her knees were slightly flexed.

The next moment.

The figure disappeared abruptly.

When it reappears.

She had come to the black dragon's body, and the sharp twin blades had cut a bright cross mark in midair.

A terrible scream resounded throughout the city of Limassol.

Even on the battlefield where the shouting and killing sound shook the sky, many people subconsciously raised their heads and noticed what was happening.

"Dragon, it's our dragon, it's bleeding?"

"The Khan of the Greeks is about to be defeated, and his dragon is mourning!"

The enemy's already low morale was visibly reduced again.

In particular, the Cuman and Turkic soldiers, some of whom were slaves recruited by Isaac in imitation of the Mamluks, but the vast majority were mercenaries.

The army that collects money to do things has no loyalty at all.

They stopped their progress and began to crawl desperately towards the small boat stranded on the shore.

They would not sail the boat, and shouted for the sailors who were good at rowing to board the boat, and the rest tried to escape to the boat, but they were shot to the ground by their condescending eyes.

The black dragon is bleeding.

Although the wound was cut on its abdomen, it was clearly not enough to kill the dragon, which was known for its strong vitality.

But the dragon breath that it was originally maintaining was interrupted by the "choke" of Cellynina's talent.

The dragon flame that Lothar spewed out, after it was unhindered, smashed into its body like a cannonball, and the terrifying heat and impact, even if it was just the aftermath, made Isaac behind it let out a heart-wrenching howl.

The flames that disintegrated quickly burned down his sleeves.

"Help me!"

In the face of death.

All freedoms are free, and he has long been left behind.

"Do you want to make a deal?"

The black shadow appeared in front of him with a smile, and even circled with the black dragon that was blown away, so as to maintain the posture of facing Isaac at all times.

"What deal?"

"Let me borrow your shell, and I'll dispose of your enemies for you."

The splash of dragon breath, like maggots on tarsal bones, scorched Isaac's body, and the pain made him wish he could faint immediately, but he was extremely conscious.

"I don't have a choice, do I?"

There was a hint of desperation on Isaac's face.

"You can choose 'freedom.'"

The dark shadow still smiled: "Trust me, Isaac, I'm not a discredited thing like the devil, I believe in equivalent exchange, if you want to be free, I will give you freedom." ”

"Help me."

The pain left him with little room to think.

The pained expression on his face instantly became indifferent.

He looked down at the body that was being burned by the dragon flame, and without any movement, the dragon flame quickly extinguished, revealing the uninjured flesh underneath.

"It's a real feeling that I've not seen in a long time."

"Wind, fire, temperature, taste"

Above his head, the black mist turned into an immortal purple-gold crown, and a pair of eyes shimmered with a golden luster, billowing black mist, like his cloak, permeating the entire firmament.

The black dragon under his dragon saddle sent out thoughts of flattery.

"Your Majesty, you have finally come out of that lowly human body!"

Isaac ignored it.

The two flesh and skin at the shoulder blades of the back were torn apart, and from them, as if something wanted to crawl out, it wriggled for a long time, and two bones stuck to the flesh and blood were protruded.

The bones are extremely thick, with sharp ends that resemble spearheads.

"I don't have enough energy, this body is too weak."

There was a look of distress on his face.

Although he devoured the flesh and soul of dozens of living people before, it also took strength to cast a spell to charm this black dragon, so he was actually quite weak now.

"Little one, bear with it, it might hurt a little."

The black dragon is a little unclear.

The next moment, Isaac's fingers pierced into the black dragon's body.

The screams were loud.

In just a few breaths, the black dragon's skin dried up.

And behind Isaac, under the two bones, the flesh and blood began to condense, and soon formed two huge fleshy wings that were more than two meters long.

The black dragon's flesh was drained, but it did not fall into the clouds.

With Isaac snapping his fingers, the black dragon's eyes, which had sunk into his skull, lit up two dark green flames again.

"Kill the woman."

The black dragon flapped its wings and swooped down with "Isaac" behind it, its target was not Lothar, but Cellinina, who had just sneaked up on the black dragon.

That special power, which was similar to the Demon Blocking Gold, but more practical and terrifying than the Demon Blocking Gold, made him immediately list Cellynina as the first priority.

On the lighthouse, Celinina frowned slightly, she could clearly sense that she was locked by some special force.

A strong sense of crisis made her feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

She immediately flickered away.

With a loud bang.

The lighthouse where it originally landed seemed to have been slapped by an invisible hand, and the top collapsed, and the broken boulder smashed into the cliff and sank into the sea.

"Nina!"

Friengira, who was the first to sense Nina's danger, summoned the magic power in her body and condensed it into an extraordinarily thick blood spear, which grazed Cellynina's shoulder and shot straight at the black dragon flying behind her.

However, before the spear could get close, it was shattered by an invisible force.

Isaac stood on top of the black dragon's head, with a smile on his face, his hands outstretched, his clothes fluttering in the wind, as if he was embracing the world.

"That's the beauty of having a physical entity."

"You and your ministers deserve to die."

Front.

Cellynina, who fled at great speed, suddenly turned.

Without hesitation, the black dragon chased after it, knocking over two houses in quick succession, and in the smoke and dust, it rushed straight forward, trying to copy the path that Cellina was dodging in the direction.

But when the smoke and dust disperse.

What appeared in front of her was a female knight in silver armor and holding a rusty iron spear.

The knight wore no helmet, her long golden hair was stained with blood and dust, she did not ride a warhorse, she carried a spear on her shoulder, and smiled.

"Good evening, evil spirit."

The smile on Isaac's face froze.

His gaze was fixed on the holy spear in Jeanne's hand.

"This deal."

"I'm afraid it's hard to say it's earned."

Didn't make it up, my pot.